Bab 228: Was project sunscreen perfected?

Reggie's voice, barely audible, cut through the tension. "Retreat. We'll return later."

With practiced precision, the three figures faded into the shadows, their departure as swift and silent as their arrival.

As Tessa cautiously pushed the door open, her eyes swept across the room, searching for any sign of intruders. Yet, the space remained eerily empty, devoid of any presence but her own.

Relieved but still on edge, she approached the entrance door, verifying that it remained securely locked, its stout barrier providing a semblance of safety.

Turning her attention back to the interior of the room, Tessa's gaze fell upon a half-opened drawer, an incongruous detail that stirred a flicker of suspicion within her.

"Hmm? Could have sworn I left it closed," she murmured, her intuition prickling with unease as she cautiously scanned her surroundings.